Lord, what can a poor boy do? Falling down like rain Well, my bad luck is falling Bad luck is falling No matter what I do Seems like my luck won`t never change I felt kinda lucky My luck was running slow The last hand I caught four aces and the police

Lord, what can a poor boy do? Falling down like rain Well, my bad luck is falling Bad luck is falling No matter what I do Seems like my luck won`t never change I felt kinda lucky My luck was running slow The last hand I caught four aces and the police

Bad luck don't bother me I'm used to misfortune, baby Used to the bitter end I'm used to trial and troubles 'Cause I never had a friend--bad luck Well, well, bad luck Well, I'm used to trial and troubles I'm used to takin' beatings Used to being alone

Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy on me Well if I've done somebody wrong, Lord, have mercy if you please Please have mercy, Lord have mercy on me I used to have plenty of money, the finest clothes in town But bad luck and trouble overtaken me, bound to

Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, Hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, Just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for